[closed] // beatus vir qui suffert tentationem

[otaku_mk_ii]

[ Characters ] Otacon, Liquid
[ Location ] Their house in Jamorrow
[ Date/Time ] backdated to April 27th, evening/night
[ Warning ] Blood; and in true MGS fashion, lots of the ghey.
[ Content ] Injured by the Jubjub Bird, Otacon manages to make it home.

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[jackal_hunter]

Liquid heard the door open and walked out of his study, an annoyed expression on his face. The engineer had been gone for quite a long time and had been unreachable through the looking glass-- he wasn't worried, of course, but he was irritated.

"Hal, where the hell--"

Mother of God, Otacon looked like death warmed over.

The soldier was across the room in a heartbeat and managed to catch the injured scientist just barely before he hit the floor. He shook him lightly, trying to get him to wake back up.

"Emmerich, wake up!"

[otaku_mk_ii]

Otacon was dimly aware of someone shaking him and shouting his name--that warm touch on pale and slightly cold skin vaguely registered as feeling surprisingly nice.

"...nnh...Liquid..." He opened his eyes halfway, dazed smile gradually coming across his face. "...s-sorry I'm s...so late..."

[jackal_hunter]

The fact that Hal felt slightly cool to the touch registered as very bad with the British soldier.

"Try to stay awake, Hal."

He lifted the engineer into his arms and carried him to the bathroom; the first-aid kit was there, and all of the blood would be far easier to clean off of tile.

[otaku_mk_ii]

"...m'trying, r-really..." he murmured shakily, head leaning lightly against Liquid's chest. Otacon had never been hurt like this, never had to be afraid that he was dying. This really was a warzone, wasn't it...? The calm and quiet moments of peace had thrown him off his guard, made the Philanthropist forget they were all supposed to be fighting.